Song: Stop All The Clocks

	Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
	Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
	Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
	Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

	Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
	Scribbling on the sky the message, He is Dead,
	Put crepe bows around the white necks of the public doves,
	Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves,

	He was my North, my South, my East and West,
	My working week and my Sunday rest,
	My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
	I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

	The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
	Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
	Pour awat the ocean and sweep up the woods;
	For nothing now can ever come to any good.

	- W.H. Auden	

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Kau
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Bicaralah
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